desecrated a fiery cross
What a wonderfully collaborative week! From no job, to birthday lunch, to a great Friday evening. I think the complete illogical sense to this week provided the perfect contrast to stretch this too-often routine-minded self that I am to enjoy the more spontaneous sides of life. And I did enjoy it.
My job is back in line now. The scanner was fixed Friday afternoon, but a new part won’t be in for a lil’ while. The machine works just fine for the time being but I can tell that it sounds slightly different in action (and that doesn’t say much because I’ve sat in front of the thing for over a year and by now have understood every minor nuance of audible vibration it can create, so for me to tell this nearly unnoticeable difference means the machine is basically alright). Ok, enough of pure tangent and skewed order of thinking.
I went to O’Charley’s with Melanie last night. Such great food and good times. Our waitress Lindsey was very pleasant as well and served us extra bread as we requested (how delightful). So that was just very nice. Then to B&N for some coffee. Then to Jeremiah’s pad for a movie.
Rachel was over there when we arrived. She had the most difficult time of burning cds (apparently the cd-rw drive has to be open to insert a cd…). But we all watched O, Brother, Where Art Thou?. I loved it. While, I’m not completely literate and knowledgable on The Odyssey I could still remember enough to put together this great tapestry of film. Although, I’m slowly digressing in my appreciation for George Clooney’s acting (he seems to just become more and more of a pretty boy than a strong actor like Tom Hanks). It’s definitely a DVD buy for my tastes. I think that if I was awake and active enough by then that I would have caught a lot more of the connectivity of the movie and would have enjoyed it even more but my sickness symptoms started to kick in eventually. Movie good, 6.8 out of 10.
So yeah, this sickness stuff hasn’t gone away. Just my pneumonia, it makes me tired quickly. I’ve tried some various things to give me energy but nothing seems to work. My jogs don’t wear me down, but within hours after one I nearly have to collapse from a fatigue. I tried that Frapp from B&N but once I got home I practically had to hold my eyes open to stay awake just enough to find my bed. This whole sick thing sucks! I am so prone to respiratory illnesses it’s not funny anymore. Oh well, there are people worse off than me that take it blow-by-blow day-by-day that complain less than I do.
Arg. This seems like one of my waste blogs when all I do is try to sympathize with myself about whatever happened. Yet in reality, I just want to write this all down because my mind is such an incoherent mess of emotions and thoughts that typing it out truly does help straighten my senses. Perhaps this has been a wasted blog, but I’m liking it.
Well my family is all in town this weekend, so I have prearranged lodging and such taken care of for me. Hopefully, something fun will result.
Reminder to self: never again write a blog in the morning. Reminder to self: you’re not a morning person. ::sigh::